I was in a gents outfitters getting measured up for a new suit.
The material was a violently bright beige check, although the pattern was quite small.
Harris Tweed, of course.
The jacket seemed to be around XXXL but fitted nicely.
I turned around and two men, one in a red suit were sniggering at me.
I therefore found a steel bar and murdered them both.
Very violent and gory.
Then I hit the High Street with my Harris Tweed suit, complete now with red spots.
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5 comments:
Suit you, sir? Did you like it, sir, did you?
You should go and see No Country For Old Men, talking of blood spots.
Sounds like a small boy embarassed in the hairdressers for saying pool... violently bright beige? Surely thats a contradiction?
In dreams contradictions are allowed.
Mind you, my waking life is full of them as well.
You should be alright once you get everything sorted out.
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